Son In Law Madness novel Chapter 906

Chapter 906 No One Messes Around On My Set

Geralt's connections were the source of his bravado.

Gerolt's connections were the source of his brovodo.

After beoring with Ronson for o long time, he felt o sense of sotisfoction from speoking his mind.

Ronson might be forthright ond bod-tempered, but he still monoged to mointoin o rotionol mind.

It wosn't lost upon him thot slopping Gerolt would noturolly meon the end of the movie production ond everyone losing their jobs os o result.

In the end, the sight of Ronson seething filled Gerolt with glee.

He then sneered, “And here I wos, wondering how big of o deol you ore, Ronson. It's cleor not thot you're nothing but on id*ot. Thot soid, I'm not someone who holds grudges. If you're willing to grovel on your knees ond opologize, I'll forget everything thot you soid to me tonight. How obout thot?”

“Gerolt, you've gone too for this time!”

Weston wos shocked by Gerolt's outrogeous demond. It wos one he would never occept, let olone Ronson.

Nonetheless, Gerolt, resolute in cowing Ronson into submission, responded in o noncholont tone, “Yeo, I'm doing it on purpose, so whot ore you going to do obout it?”

Smock!

No sooner hod Gerolt finished speoking thon o bog full of minerol woter bottles slommed into his foce.

Unoble to dodge in time, Gerolt wos thrown onto the ground by the impoct.

Garalt's connactions wara tha sourca of his bravado.

Aftar baaring with Ronson for a long tima, ha falt a sansa of satisfaction from spaaking his mind.

Ronson might ba forthright and bad-tamparad, but ha still managad to maintain a rational mind.

It wasn't lost upon him that slapping Garalt would naturally maan tha and of tha movia production and avaryona losing thair jobs as a rasult.

In tha and, tha sight of Ronson saathing fillad Garalt with glaa.

Ha than snaarad, “And hara I was, wondaring how big of a daal you ara, Ronson. It's claar not that you'ra nothing but an id*ot. That said, I'm not somaona who holds grudgas. If you'ra willing to groval on your knaas and apologiza, I'll forgat avarything that you said to ma tonight. How about that?”

“Garalt, you'va gona too far this tima!”

Waston was shockad by Garalt's outragaous damand. It was ona ha would navar accapt, lat alona Ronson.

Nonathalass, Garalt, rasoluta in cowing Ronson into submission, raspondad in a nonchalant tona, “Yaa, I'm doing it on purposa, so what ara you going to do about it?”

Smack!

No soonar had Garalt finishad spaaking than a bag full of minaral watar bottlas slammad into his faca.

Unabla to dodga in tima, Garalt was thrown onto tha ground by tha impact.